Piper ~ H.S

~Chapter 104~

A/N: Good morning/evening/afternoon my loves! How are we all?? 😊 xx

It was amazing to finally go home with Harry and Piper.

During my absence, Harry had kept the house clean, helped Piper stay up to date with her homework, and had already cleared some space in our bedroom to put Aria's bassinet. We had designed a whole nursery for her, as well – but we didn't want her to go into the nursery straight away. For at least the first four months, we were going to keep Aria in our room with us.

Once I started helping Harry with the basics of newborn care, I was finding it hilarious and adorable at the same time. He was stuck in this mindset that Aria was just a fragile little doll – and she was fragile, but definitely not as much as Harry thought. He was too nervous to even pull her arms out of the sleeves of her onesies because he was too scared of hurting her – and it was so fucking cute.

Now, I was trying to help Harry practice with Aria's nappies – which was once again, very amusing.

"Are you sure she's done one?" Harry made a face.

"Definitely. I know you can smell it too, Harry. You're just trying not to," I chuckled.

"Shit..." Harry let out a long sigh, "this isn't gonna be pleasant, is it?"

"Oh, it's gonna be fucking disgusting," I replied blatantly, "but the sooner you get used to it, the better. Because this sure as hell isn't exclusively gonna be my job. I've already done it for two and a half years before."

"I know, Leah," Harry was trying his hardest not to cringe, "alright...here goes."

He hesitated for several more moments before slowly unsticking the tabs from Aria's nappy and pulling it away from her small body. And as soon as the nappy opened, Harry immediately let out a choked gasp and jerked his head away by instinct.

"Oh, fucking hell!" Harry buried his nose into his upper arm and groaned, "Fuck, that's diabolical!"

I immediately burst out laughing. "Come on, Harry. Your parents did it for you."

"Uhh..." Harry began to shudder, "w-what do I do now..?"

"Put the dirty one in that nappy bin and clean her bottom. Make sure there's nothing up her back, either – newborns are treacherous for that."

I couldn't stop laughing at the look on Harry's face. His brows were furrowed, and his nose was scrunched up to hell as he tried his best to ignore the smell.

"Oh, dear God..." Harry began to mutter, "Aria, I love you sweetheart, but holy shit..."

"You can do it, honey," I told him with a giggle.

Harry pulled Aria's dirty nappy away from her bottom and used the sticky tabs to fold and wrap the nappy up before chucking it in the bin. He then opened the nearest packet of baby wipes and pulled out almost half the packet which made me snigger.

"Harry, you don't need that many wipes. You'd be wasting a lot of those."

"Fuck it. I've got the money to buy 1000 packets of these a day," he replied as he gingerly turned Aria's body and checked her back, "Jesus, it is up her back! And you're telling me I don't need half the packet?!"

I laughed again. "Okay. Maybe this time you do."

Harry's face continued to scrunch up distastefully as he began to clean her back.

"You regretting this yet?" I asked him with a giggle.

"No..." he replied slowly, "I'm surprised at myself, but no."